tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69567744610148975852024-03-05T05:55:02.832-08:00Maria's Language ArtsMaria Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09356506644071638997noreply@blogger.comBlogger39125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956774461014897585.post-46850267837923425642013-06-05T18:31:00.001-07:002013-06-05T18:35:30.101-07:00Small Steps to Faith<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left;">
<i>Author's Note: This piece is my DWA. I wrote this relation to the book <u>Heaven is for Real</u>. When it seems like there is no faith, well there is. Throughout my piece you will see that God does care for his kids here on Earth.</i></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">You’re in the
hospital, your boy laying on the bed. Doctors surrounding your little kid.
You’re outside in the waiting room, trying to get a glance at him, but it’s
just nearly impossible. At this point so many things are running through your
head. That night you come out of the hospital and your son goes </span>“Jesus really, really loves children.”Colton Burpo said
while playing with his cars.<span style="background: white;"> That moment when he
closed his eyes you could tell something was different about him. Having faith
during a time like this may sound impractical, but we all should know that when
faith is running thin you still should believe; know that God will take you through
it. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Even though God </span>doesn't<span style="font-family: inherit;"> sound or
look like he’s there, well he will always be by your side no matter how hard
the situation is. In the book </span><i style="font-family: inherit;">Heaven is for Real</i><span style="font-family: inherit;">, to get through a life
like Colton Burpo you will need to have a lot of faith in God. In the 21st
century, we haven’t quite understood the fact that you need faith to get
through almost anything. With that being said, I was watching a YouTube video
and it was talking about a rare cancer called osteosarcoma, that had taken a 17
year olds life. Being in a situation like this you would need to trust God,
which is a hard thing to do because you don’t understand why this is happening
to your child</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Children are gifts of God, but when
something bad happens to them; the frustration gets to the parents. Which
causes stress and slowly losing that feeling of faith. Todd Burpo, Colton’s dad
was extremely frustrated this happened to Colton. Todd </span>wasn't<span style="font-size: small;"> sure how to
express his feelings, he yelled and screamed at God “Why is this happening to
my son?!” God has his ways of answering prayers, even though it may not be the
prettiest, he is here for his kids. </span><i>If God bring you to it, he will bring
you out of it. Anonymous. </i><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Having faith and still remaining to
be calm is the greatest thing answered prayer God could give you, and even
getting to see your child after any life threatening situation that is a bigger
gift from God. God can show his love for kids in many different ways: like the
way God answered Todd Burpo prayer. God loves his children so much he
sent his son to die on the cross. I don’t think anyone of your parents would be
able to give you up just for you to die on the cross. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">God does everything for a reason,
even though it may not seem like it. With the Burpo family they </span>didn't<span style="font-family: inherit;"> know why
this was happening to Colton, but they realized that anything that God does happens
for a reason. The older you get the more that you begin to understand that. Faith
is a hard part of your life but you know what, we all have to go through it.
God is there for everyone no matter how much you sin or bad is in your life. He also loves each and everyone of you no matter what; he loves his children here on earth. </span></div>
Maria Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09356506644071638997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956774461014897585.post-38763346957688257422013-06-05T08:44:00.000-07:002013-06-05T08:44:29.315-07:00Even if it Breaks Your Heart<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #434343; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><i>Author's Note: This is my Text Analysis piece. I did it on a county song because that genre of music has really gotten me through a lot. I hope this song impacts you as much as it did to me. </i></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #434343; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #434343; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Way back on the radio dial,</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #434343; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The fire got lit inside a bright-eyed child.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #434343; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Every note just wrapped around his soul,</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #434343; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">From steel guitars to Memphis, all the way to rock and roll.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #434343; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Ohhh, I can hear 'em playin'.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #434343; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I can hear the ringin' of a beat up ol' guitar.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #434343; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Ohhh, I can hear 'em singin',</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #434343; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"Keep on dreamin', even if it breaks your heart."</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #434343; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Downtown is where I used to wander.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #434343; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Old enough to get there but too young to get inside.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #434343; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">So I would stand out on the sidewalk,</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #434343; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Listen to the music playin' every Friday night.</span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #434343; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #434343; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Ohhh, I can hear 'em playin'.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #434343; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I can hear the ringin' of a beat up ol' guitar.m</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #434343; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Ohhh, I can hear 'em singin',</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #434343; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"Keep on dreamin', even if it breaks your heart."</span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #434343; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #434343; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Some dreams stay with you forever,</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #434343; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Drag you around but bring you back to where you were.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #434343; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Some dreams keep on gettin' better,</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #434343; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Gotta keep believin' if you wanna know for sure.</span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #434343; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #434343; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Ohhh, I can hear 'em playin'.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #434343; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I can hear the ringin' of a beat up ol' guitar.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #434343; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Ohhh, I can hear 'em singin',</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #434343; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"Keep on dreamin', even if it breaks your heart."</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #434343; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">[x2]</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #434343; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Keep on dreamin', even if it breaks your heart.</span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #434343; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> For the longest time this song has always kept me going even through the more difficult times. Whenever I feel down this is the song to turn too. The first time I saw Eli Young Band, they performed this song and immediately fell in love with this song and the band. When things get rough you can always rely on this song to make you feel better. It has personally helped me with friends, family and my dreams. </span>Maria Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09356506644071638997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956774461014897585.post-23588876021040857922013-05-31T08:36:00.002-07:002013-05-31T09:04:40.931-07:00Fix it Before it Happens<span style="background-color: white; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #333333;"><b><span style="font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; white-space: pre-wrap;"><i><br /></i></span></b></span></span>
<span style="background-color: white; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #333333;"><b><span style="font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; white-space: pre-wrap;"><i>Author's Note: This is a redo of my old prediction piece. I really wanted to make you think, why take something that doesn't belong to you. Nothing good will comes out of it.</i></span></b></span></span><br />
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<span id="docs-internal-guid-19b5955c-fb1d-f83d-272f-c910fd378cd7"><span style="background-color: white; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; white-space: pre-wrap;">As Cody took the fortune that was never his, he began to realize that this </span><span style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">wasn't</span><span style="font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; white-space: pre-wrap;"> the right thing to do, but before he could return the hook it would be too late. Before he even thought about the consequences he takes the hook and leaves. As Cody started to comprehend this situation he began to think that it is extremely wrong to take something that </span></span><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">doesn't</span></span><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; white-space: pre-wrap;"> belong to you. He decided to sleep on this thought and do something about it tomorrow. The morning </span><span style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">c</span><span style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">ouldn't</span><span style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"> have came fast enough; Cody realized that he had to bring the hook back. He did it anyway. Just as he approached shed, that he took the hook from. He saw that everything was shuffled around; it wasn't in the same spot he left it in. By this time he knew something was up. Just as Cody set the hook down, the rightful owner took his life. </span></span></span></span>Maria Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09356506644071638997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956774461014897585.post-74121102367025403832013-03-21T18:55:00.000-07:002013-03-22T12:17:41.279-07:00Fall of 1995<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">It was the fall of 1995. Dark. Branches scraping across the side of the house. Rain falling like glass shatters as it hits the ground. Every night the rain came down and the branches scraped across the side of the house but, this night was different. This time there was a howl once every three minutes. As the morning awoke, the skies filled with darkness. Not a single crack of sunlight came shinning through.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I woke up from my sleep, I realized that my jar of lotion has been knocked over. At that point in time I didn't think anything of it but, as I went to go set them up again, I felt a cold breeze touch the top of my neck. I had no idea how to react so as my muscles in my shoulder tensed up on me, my only hope was to stand there without moving an inch. Before I could do anything, I felt another breeze, but this time it was hot air and the sound of someone breathing was slowly creeping up behind me.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Mid-noon was just around the corner. My stomach was starting to growl at me. I slowly began to walk down the stairs. Just before I reached to step on the second stair, I heard an extremely loud screechy sound. My foot wasn't even on the step as it made this sound. As I finished walking down the stairs, my mind started to ponder what had just happened a couple seconds ago realized that this house had to be haunted.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I thought to myself, that must be crazy. Ever since I was a little kid I had been living in that house. Both my mom and dad passed away in this very house. </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Could this mean something?</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Maybe the fact that they died in this house, their souls could be still here. </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">But why would they haunt me? </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I’m their daughter. This couldn't have been true. But sooner or later I will get to the bottom of this.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The town I lived in for my whole life might have been just a big mistake. It’s a very small town; not a lot of people live here. The ones who do all have a story to tell, but if I were to get it out of them I could possibly get to the bottom of this. I decided to go outside to get some fresh air, even though the skies were just filled with darkness; it’s better than being inside. I knew with knowing too much that if I were to confront a cop they would all think I am crazy. At this point in time with everybody having a secret, nobody is safe. It’s one for all. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Not a single human being lived within a mile from of me. I was surrounded by trees and nature. As I walked outside I glanced out and saw a shadow. From a distance it didn't look like anything, but as I walked closer to my car it keep creeping closer and closer. At this point in time I had to stick my key into my car to unlock it and my key wouldn’t go into the lock. Finally the shadow came closer and from that distance it looked like a shadow but, really it was a ghost. I got the key into the lock and unlocked the car. I hopped into the car and started the engine.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Before I could get my foot to the pedal the ghost got into the car and sat in the passenger seat. My breathing began to slow down to a stop. The ghost got out of the car my foot was already “pedal to the metal”. I had to get out of here. There was no way I was going to go back to that house ever again. As I’m speeding to get away my heart couldn't be pounding faster.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The rain starts to fall again. I sounds like glass shattering as it hits the ground. Dark clouds began to fill the sky. I knew that this day wasn't going to last any longer. I start to lose focus of the road but, regain it again. This point I have no idea where I am going. All I know is that something is going to happen to me, and at this point I have no idea when it is going to happen. I lose control of the wheel again. I can’t regain control of the wheel and ran into a tree. The impact of hitting the tree killed me. My time was coming to an end. By losing my focus it ended up killing me.</span></div>
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Maria Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09356506644071638997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956774461014897585.post-3695148784828560252013-03-05T08:29:00.001-08:002013-03-05T08:31:53.884-08:00First Snowfall<i>Author's Note - This is a creative piece that Mr. Graf's class did as bell work. I decided to write this piece on positive reasons of having snow. Since I love snow this was a really easy piece to write </i><br />
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"> Just until the snow fell, schools
were even closing before there was a single snowflake on the ground. 6:30pm </span><span style="line-height: 18px;">couldn't</span><span style="line-height: 115%;"> have came any slower. By that time we had buckets of snow already on
the ground. That first step into the snow, almost feels like you are standing
on a cloud. Kids running outside, building snow forts and running with joy. As
the night draws near, more snow keeps on falling and for the kids it was time
to heat up and have steaming hot chocolate before you go to bed. Before the hot
chocolate could even hit my tongue; I felt the heat linger on to my tongue. It
was finally time for bed, tomorrow is definitely going to be a snow day. The
next morning rolled around with the snow just enough to call it a school day. </span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;">5:45am my mom wakes me up to tell me that school has been canceled. I ran like
a racehorse downstairs to get my snow gear, and bring it upstairs. I could have
been happier that today was a snow day. I decided to gather the kids from
around the neighborhood to play a game of hide and go seek. This day should
never end. </span><span style="line-height: 115%;"> </span><span style="line-height: 115%;"> </span></div>
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Maria Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09356506644071638997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956774461014897585.post-1099947833781085032013-03-04T08:33:00.001-08:002013-03-21T20:02:44.125-07:00Just Before...<b id="internal-source-marker_0.03355612908490002" style="font-weight: normal;"></b><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">As the tiger roamed the city alone, as king of the town, people scurried far away from the town as they could. “A wild tiger has escaped from the zoo,” the news reporter said. Just as the tiger lurked up behind him, he jumped up and killed him, leaving one less person in this town now. Some people were still living in their homes while others evacuated as quicker than you could say </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">There’s a wild tiger loose in this town. </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">People couldn’t leave this town, because as the king escaped, he let out more tigers. He used those tigers for killing other people and making sure that nobody else could leave. As the tigers watched and watched they didn’t find any movement whatsoever. The king of the town decided to look around and see what was up. He realized that nobody was in their homes, nobody was out in the streets, sooner or later the Animal Control came and stood directly across from the man eating tiger.</span></div>
<br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Once they were ready to duel, the other tigers came right out behind the king. The Animal Cop knew that he was out numbered but that never stopped him. The Animal Cop called his other buds as they came out behind him. They slowly approached each other right before the tiger sprinted toward him, the others followed the king and took down the Animal Cops, along with his assistants. Anyone who enters will never get out; these tigers were kings of the town.</span></b>Maria Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09356506644071638997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956774461014897585.post-20100656639399625552013-02-14T08:59:00.001-08:002013-02-14T08:59:35.614-08:00Love Will Find You<br />
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a creative piece that we had to write and I decided to do my on love and tips and
little things about it as you read it. I hope you enjoy this piece as I had
writing this.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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Your heart is a very strong muscle. But where do your
feelings really come from? People will
always say after a breakup that their heart is broken and it can never be loved
by anyone else the same the way.
Technically it’s not broken because your heart is a muscle that pumps
blood throughout your body. Having loved
someone with all your heart and then saying you two can never be together ever
again. That is really a heart break, but is it just a feeling that your brain
has? </div>
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People will have relationships that will last 3 years and
then they will eventually get married that’s how things are in the movies and
sometimes like in reality. For my mom and dad it was that same exact way. They
had dated for about 8 years until saying I do. Having loved someone for 8 years
is a real relationship which shows huge commit and more importantly it’s
something special. People who breakup after a couple of weeks isn’t right, but
what it does teach you: to see what you want in a guy. </div>
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To find that prefect guy you are going to have to date
people and see what you like and you don’t like. I can tell you that honestly I
really don’t know what I want in a guy yet. If you were to date somebody and
you really love then how would if they
love you back and how exactly would they express it. Love can hurt someone and
love can make you feel like that guy will never let you go. That guy will be
waiting for you just around the corner and there will be obstacles in the way
so just keep your head up and keep moving. </div>
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Maria Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09356506644071638997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956774461014897585.post-68694001515462116672013-02-01T09:06:00.001-08:002013-03-22T08:10:42.228-07:00Missing Pieces<br />
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How many pieces does a person start with? Nobody will ever start will all
pieces. To be able to do that you have
to accept your flaws; know what you are not perfect.. Everybody will make
mistakes somewhere in there lifetime. Once you accept your mistakes you will
have to find the pieces and keep building to find out what the puzzle really
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You can’t judge someone without getting to know all there pieces. Without their pieces you are only seeing half
of them. The best key is finding a friend that will help you find out who they
really are. As we grow older you can
lose pieces or gain pieces. If you are losing them you are letting people use
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The more pieces you are slowly finding that means you are standing up for
something in your life. As you gain pieces you aren’t letting people use your
flaws against you. If you find someone
that will help you find out who you really are then they will become that
person that will stand up for you when millions are against you. </div>
Maria Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09356506644071638997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956774461014897585.post-79056047339678137142013-01-24T06:10:00.000-08:002013-03-01T09:03:38.227-08:00Is Love Worth Taking a Risk?<i><br /></i>
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Ever wonder what makes you fall in love? <u>Dear John</u> by
Nicholas Sparks, tells his story in a first person point of view which is John.
This book is all about love and romance, but what if it was told from a
different point of view? The main character John decided to drop out of school
and go back to the army, until he meets the girl of his dreams: she changes
everything about him. </div>
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<i> “I say that I didn’t mean to fall in love with
someone else.”</i> Savannah wrote in a letter to John. Just imagine how it
would feel receiving that letter, or even worse writing it. If the point of
view changed and went to the third person which is Savannah's, how would it feel
to have to be totally honest and say that you love someone else? Once it sent, she, couldn’t do anything to take it back. She knew that it would have been incredibly difficult for John to understand. Once John had received that letter he was
extremely mad and frustrated he didn’t
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In the relationship with Savannah and John, it would
have been different to hear Savannah’s point of view. Having to write the letter
telling John she loved someone else would have been different to hear it from
Savannah’s point of view. If would have been hard for Savannah to tell John
something like this. How would John interpret that? Did he think that he could
change Savannah’s feelings for someone else? When John, came home from being in
the war he went over to Savannahs house just to see how things were going, but
he really came over to tell Savannah he still loved her. When John arrived he asked if they could talk. Savannah was willing to engage in a conversation
with John. When he said his dad past away from a heart attack, Savannah’s eyes
started to fill up with tears and was about to let her emotions go. She knew
that it was hard for John to go through something like this and then adding the
engagement between Savannah and Tim, was challenging for John. </div>
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I know how it feels to lose someone who means the world to
them. My great grandpa died from a heart attack. It was crucial to go
through something like this, but I had super supportive parents that helped me get
through something this tough. I know what it feels like to be in both Savannah’s
and John’s shoes. Do you think Savannah had ever regret breaking up with John
or telling him she loved someone else? Just to hear, I’m sure it was bitter for Savannah; if this would have been Savannah’s point of view, do you think
she would have stayed with John or remained with Tim knowing how harsh it was for
John?</div>
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Sometimes love is cold-blooded. It will always be a risk falling in
love with someone. Even though John didn’t
get the girl in the end, he will always love her and Savannah knows that. Just
because your love story isn’t like the movies, you can start your own story and
still be happy. Nicholas Sparks has done a magnificent job describing love from
a guys point of view. As John walked away and looked back with a tear in his
eye he waved his last goodbye. Is love worth taking a risk or is the hurt worth
loving someone again? Could John ever love someone like he loved Savannah and
be happy? </div>
Maria Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09356506644071638997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956774461014897585.post-56403529256071746802013-01-10T19:44:00.000-08:002013-01-11T06:19:30.287-08:00Love Changes Anybody<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><i>Author's Note: We had to write a theme essay. I had to think a little bit before I got my topics and that is love can change anybody and it takes place in the book the Hunger Games.</i></span></b><br />
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<b id="internal-source-marker_0.3429934361483902" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">In many stories love can change a character's behavior. In the Hunger Games, Suzanne Collins has a very special way of showing that love. The love connection that Gale and Katniss was more like a brother sister love, but it changes Katniss while she was in District 12. Katniss did everything with Gale until the reaping that’s when everything between Katniss and Gale changed. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">When Katniss volunteered for Prim, Katniss did know what was going to happen with her relationship with Gale; when she moved to the Hunger Games. It changed Katniss going to the Hunger Games especially with Gale not being right by her side. Having to make new friends was hard for her; when she isn’t the person to be social with others. As she grew closer with Peeta. (which was the guy that got picked for the other tribute in district 12) They started to have a connection with each other. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Once Katniss knew that she had a solid relationship with Peeta, she taught her Hunger Games experience would change with having that relation with Peeta. Throughout the Hunger Games Katniss’s love for Peeta changed Peeta and Katniss but also Gale. After the Hunger Games had finished Peeta thought that this love would last but Katniss told Peeta that everything will go back to normal once we get back. </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">So what is Katniss trying to say? Is she in love with both Peeta and Gale?</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">How many books can you find that have a story plot like this? If you love to read romance books you will be able to find this with any book. I found a connection with the romance like Katniss and Peeta. The book is called Forgotten, Cat Patrick. It talks about love in a similar way that Suzanne Collins does. In the book Forgotten a girl like Katniss goes through decisions that will change her life forever. Cat Patrick really does a good job taking Suzanne Collins idea of romance and put it into her own way. In both books it’s so neat to see that both of the main character learn to trust people unlike the beginning of both books; both characters didn’t trust people.Until they meet the ones that will love them for who they are.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Books like the Hunger Games and Forgotten has an incredible romance plot line to it. It’s amazing to see how a character can change just because love came into their lives. Throughout the Hunger Games, Katniss has two of these love experiences but one really changes her. That’s her love with Peeta during the Hunger Games. Love can change anybody as long as you are open to them.</span></b>
Maria Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09356506644071638997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956774461014897585.post-82021390019572125102012-12-18T15:11:00.001-08:002012-12-18T15:11:46.637-08:00Unconditional Love <br />
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Mom, Dad, thank you for being there,</div>
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supporting me, no matter what.</div>
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I walk more closely with Christ because you care.</div>
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Words cannot describe the help you've brought.</div>
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Ups or downs, you show me unconditional love</div>
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and full support every single day.</div>
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No matter my choices, you still hold me above</div>
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any imperfect things I might do or say.</div>
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Every child of yours has a place and a part,</div>
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no matter the good and the bad we go through.</div>
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I love how you love us with all of your heart;</div>
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how you love ME, no matter what I do.</div>
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Appreciation so strong I don't have the words,</div>
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and love that never changes,</div>
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soars for you in my heart like the flight of a bird!</div>
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You can't imagine how great its range is.</div>
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Maria Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09356506644071638997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956774461014897585.post-37567318487770600972012-11-26T18:27:00.001-08:002013-03-22T08:13:27.881-07:00What I think Will Happen...<div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; border: 0px; color: black; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px; orphans: 2; padding: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">As Cody rushed home he still has that repeating thought pondering in his mind. He doesn't know what he should do. Cody has two different feels going on. In the inside of Cody he screaming "I am finally not poor I have money." </span></div>
Maria Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09356506644071638997noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956774461014897585.post-22605957632789546822012-11-16T07:29:00.002-08:002012-11-16T07:29:32.972-08:00Changes Affects People Too<span id="internal-source-marker_0.8361129241529852"><i><b style="font-weight: normal;">Author's Notes: Katniss never really been the person to open up to other people. But this piece really make you think on how Katniss </b>changes<b style="font-weight: normal;"> </b>throughout<b style="font-weight: normal;"> her Hunger Games </b></i></span><i>experience.</i><br />
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><i><br /></i><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Katniss Everdeen has impacted many people within her district and the community. She has impacted people with her bravery, for volunteering for her sister. Katniss was well known for what she did to save her sister. When Katniss went to the interviews the whole audience had came up with a name for her “The Girl on Fire.” The name never left her side. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Katniss has changed throughout the story. She really has never been the person to be open to other people; she was more the type of person that was quiet and really wasn’t a social butterfly. She has a huge impact on the people because the more people that liked her the more gifts that she got to make Hunger Games easier. </span></b>
Maria Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09356506644071638997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956774461014897585.post-84788564627872900712012-11-08T15:59:00.003-08:002012-12-19T06:29:57.965-08:00Inside Scoop of Your Founding Fathers<br />
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<span style="background: white;">For me it would be such a great pleasure to talk George Washington because he was a very first president. In one case he was chosen to lead the Continental
Army. That would be the most significant feeling in the world to be chosen to lead the Continental Army in war. In addition I
would also thank you for being such a wonderful role model He got things done when they were supposed to get done; he just did everything he was supposed to do. You know what really catches me off guard is... how did George Washington get things done within a certain time period? As a president I think it would be really hard to do, because with all that pressure for being the first president. Just think how hard it would be trying to run a country but then having a meeting to worry about. I grantee that a lot of people can relate to this; I think that people can relate because there is a lot of pressure with having to get something done within a period of </span><span style="background-color: white; text-indent: 31.5pt;">time.</span><br />
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<span style="text-indent: 31.5pt;">With having that pressure to worry about might as well add some more because he had to keep his country safe from any harm. Personally I don't think I could make it in the office for 4 years as a president. I think it would be extremely hard, but I'm glad that we have a president like George Washington, if we didn't what type of world would we be. Mr. Washington </span><span style="text-indent: 0in;">did such a good job in whatever he did. He was a great role model
for those around him. He set goals for him that he was able to achieve. If I
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Many different people would have different things to say to him or to ask him. That's okay. I know that in my own opinion that he was a great first president. I would have to spend a whole day with him just to ask him all my question and how much I appreciate his hard work toward his country. </div>
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His loyalty, his hard working and goals that he set for himself made people realize that we need more presidents like this. The people will always remember George Washington as a hard working president. I really appreciate all the work and hard dedication that he put toward his country. Thank you George Washington </div>
Maria Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09356506644071638997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956774461014897585.post-68732614694017957142012-10-21T19:02:00.000-07:002012-11-30T06:00:25.764-08:00Hunger Games: Cause and Effect<br />
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Maria Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09356506644071638997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956774461014897585.post-23070684946987695142012-10-11T14:11:00.000-07:002012-11-09T06:03:46.300-08:00Conflict & Resolution: Forgotten<br />
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Maria Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09356506644071638997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956774461014897585.post-60540621582803650532012-10-09T14:27:00.000-07:002012-10-10T06:03:25.095-07:00The Truth With Being Wrong<div>
<b id="internal-source-marker_0.4035811605863273" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Author’s Note: Will anybody know what the difference between right and wrong, a lot of people will think its wrong but who is to tell you it’s not. I wrote this piece because I really needed to get this story out. I think people need to know not everybody is going to think everybody is right.</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> <i>Many people will think that you are doing something wrong but you really aren't.</i></span></b><br />
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<b id="internal-source-marker_0.4035811605863273" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Right and wrong. What’s the difference? Some people may think you are doing something wrong, but at the same time you probably wouldn't care what the punishment is. Take it from somebody that might know what it feels like. I can tell you a little bit of my story that reflect right and wrongs and what your may be punishment. </span><br /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">My friend and I had gone to Fox Brook Park and it was around middle of March where the water was still frozen. My friend had suggested that we go on the ice with our bikes and at that point I did go but I knew that there was some type of feeling inside of me telling me not to go, Idid it anyways. My friend was already biking on the ice like there was no tomorrow.... then was that weird feeling in me that I knew that something wasn’t right, but instead I totally ignored that feeling. Then at that moment I hear my friend shout "Come on Maria, it's not like we will get in trouble for doing this" "Brooke shouted to me. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">As I was waiting on the edge of the ice I heard Brooke call me again “Maria come on, nothing is going to happen.” I went on the ice not even thinking about what is going to happen. Just a couple minutes after I was on the ice with Brooke we heard something shout in the distance “You guys better get off the ice before I call the cops.” We didn’t think that she was going to call the cops, but we did as she said and got off the ice. As we were biking home we saw a cop driving through the walkways asking people if they knew who was on the ice. When the cop made it to us he first asked us if we were the people on the ice. I didn’t know what to say so I lied and said no we were not on the ice with your bikes. Then he asked if we knew the people on the ice and we answered no we did not. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Me and Brooke raced home, we didn’t know if the cop was going to follow us or not, we just didn’t know what to expect. When we got home we promised each other that we wouldn’t tell anybody this story. From that day forward I have not told anybody this story, until I wrote this piece. When Brooke left my house and went home I really didn’t know why I was that scared we couldn’t have gotten in trouble for doing something that we didn’t know that it was wrong.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">How are people supposed to know that they are doing something wrong without knowing it is? That’s the problem, Brooke and I didn’t know that it was wrong until somebody said we were not supposed to go the ice. </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Even though we didn’t know it was wrong other people thought it was. Which is perfectly okay because not everybody will think it is okay to do things that we are doing. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><i><br /></i></span></span></b>Maria Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09356506644071638997noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956774461014897585.post-82193473925183396572012-10-02T06:08:00.000-07:002013-03-10T19:56:37.417-07:00Book Ad: The Hunger Games <br />
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Maria Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09356506644071638997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956774461014897585.post-57842547196085429552012-09-18T05:49:00.004-07:002012-09-18T05:49:44.977-07:00What's Really On the Inside<br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;" /><i style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">Authors</i><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"> </span><i style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">Note: Friends... there are so many things that can start a fight, even the smallest things in the world. It is okay to get in a fight with a friend once and while so whatever you do don't put the weight on your shoulders. It may turn around and help your friendship or it may lead your friendship to an end. </i><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;" /><i style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Love could be the hardest thing is the world to get over. Especially if you think this could be your chance of finding that love that will never leave you. Guess again. Love could ever well be the hardest thing to understand but who will ever know that. Only you. Well it kind of depends, anybody can really feel it but who will ever know that you feel it. </span>Maria Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09356506644071638997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956774461014897585.post-48387225124649046102012-05-11T12:07:00.002-07:002012-10-29T06:24:31.940-07:00Semantic Devices<b>Semantic Devices PowerPoint </b><br />
<a href="http://www.authorstream.com/Presentation/Mezcrazy17-1411801-semantic-devices17/">http://www.authorstream.com/Presentation/Mezcrazy17-1411801-semantic-devices17/</a>Maria Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09356506644071638997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956774461014897585.post-67196198249263695412012-05-04T12:11:00.005-07:002012-05-11T12:07:19.594-07:00Symbolism <b>Safe and Sound Symbolism </b><br />
<a href="http://www.authorstream.com/Presentation/pewaukee5-1411803-save-and-sound-symbolism/">http://www.authorstream.com/Presentation/pewaukee5-1411803-save-and-sound-symbolism/</a>Maria Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09356506644071638997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956774461014897585.post-3093908600224921812012-03-08T18:31:00.002-08:002012-03-09T12:02:17.024-08:00Before You Judge<br />
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<i>Author’s Note: I’m sure you’ve heard of outcasts and the "group less." So many people are judged on how they dress, how popular, and how
they act. Those should be the last things you use to judge somebody. Before you label anybody you really should get to know the person first.</i><br />
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I’m sure you’ve
heard of the kids that sit their chair with their head down and their hood over
head. So many people have "no group” which can become a bad thing. Just think about how many people walk through
the halls of school having their books knocked out of their hand or have
parents that do not understanding what they are all about. <i>Speak, </i>by<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"> </i>Laurie
Halse Anderson<i><span style="font-style: normal;"> has described so many people in
the 21<sup>st</sup> century, the clan less, the outcast and the group less. The
way Laurie describes people in this book will make you think “</span></i><i>do I throw people into a group and
just forget about them?”<span style="font-style: normal;"> </span></i><br />
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<i><span style="font-style: normal;">People are described and put into
groups on how they act, and the way they dress.
Apparently these are the only things that people judge other people on.
When has somebody ever done that to you and you just been thrown into a group
that you really don’t belong in, they haven’t seen the real you? I’m sure
you’ve done this to somebody or that somebody has done that to you. Just recently we had a BMX rider came to our school
and he said that he was bullied all through middle school. This got me to think
that he was a lot like my main character from my book...Speak. When I heard
that he tried to walk away from the wrong things, it made me think that Melinda
also tried to do the same thing, but with a different technique. Instead of
walking away she just didn’t talk to anybody, and ignored her problems.</span></i><br />
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<i><span style="font-style: normal;">Then you have your parents that
really don’t understand the real you. They think that your life is just full of
garbage or no hope. </span><span style="font-style: normal;"> </span>A Child Called It<span style="font-style: normal;">,</span></i><span style="font-style: normal;"> </span>by Dave Pelzer
has gone through the same exact same thing you did. The best part of that
is that no matter how much is mom had abused him, he forgave her matter how many times he was abused by her. Just
because you’ve been abused or missed understood doesn’t mean that you have to
hold onto that burden forever there is always that little forgiveness
somewhere. All you need to do is find it. Melinda Sordino had parents that
really never interacted with her life, which really impacted Melinda life in
many ways. She started to grow farther and farther away from her parents.
During school all of her old friends used to look at her and threw her into the group less, but he parents never connected and knew what is going on in Melinda's life. <br />
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Laurie Halse Anderson
has done fantastic job on describing people in the 21<sup>st</sup>
century with her dramatic, emotional and impetuous stories. Take the BMX rider
and think about walking through the halls with your head down. He has gone
through a lot of refusing fights and saying things that may sound necessary but
they really aren’t. If you have something to say don’t hide it, say it everyone
should be able to say anything that seems right to them. Even Melinda she’s
gone through a lot but she ends up speaking up for what she thinks is right. </div>Maria Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09356506644071638997noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956774461014897585.post-76338019586966748422012-02-22T11:40:00.001-08:002012-02-28T11:57:46.489-08:00First Breath<i>Author's Note: That first breath of your newborn child, remember that day? The joy when you hear that your child has taken that first breath. Well this story has a little twist in it: instead of that healthy child you have a child that's not breathing, until one miracle came and saved every body's lives.</i><br />
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</i>Remember that first breath of your child, either it went perfectly or there was tragedy when the doctor walks in the room with the news you really don’t want to hear. Well this book is that book.<i> <u>Peace Like A River, </u>Leif Enger</i> will keep you waiting at the edge of your seat with his dramatic, breathtaking, emotional stories.<br />
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Imagine being in the delivery room and having your kid with some of these problems asthma, croup, pneumonia and just regular lung problems. But Reuben was a special baby. Normally there is that slight possibility that those miracle won’t happen. Like I said Reuben had that family that really cared about him. That’s when his family started to pray and wish for that one big miracle.<br />
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As you read and try to figure out that Reuben doesn’t believe in miracles, but I think that nobody should say that. I mean look at all the women in the delivery room that pray that their baby is healthy and that the newborn is breathing. Look how it turns out they wish for those miracles and they come out of that delivery room with a healthy newborn. See miracles really do happen.<br />
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Struggling, failure, misfortune there are so many words to describe this family and how hard they had it. <i>Leif Enger </i>in his book <u><i>Peace Like a River</i></u> really makes that point that miracles really do happen, no matter how big that problem is even like saving a child's life.Maria Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09356506644071638997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956774461014897585.post-22425659252927732882012-02-03T12:01:00.000-08:002012-02-16T11:56:56.388-08:00Haunting the Night<span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt;"> <i>Author's
Note: Have you ever felt like you've dug a huge hole and you just can't get
out. Well in this little town of </i>Mukwonago has really felt all the suspense
and stress. Before the town was full of stress they have seen more than they
have usually seen.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt;">Living
in a little town that was known for mythical creatures coming alive and
haunting the night is described in the fictitious attention grabber written by
Riyan Daniel Littlefield. <i>Place of the Bear </i>is a book that will cause
you to be at the edge of seat waiting to see what comes next. </span><b><i><br />
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</i></b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt;">Suspense: to worry about something. You could just feel the
suspense in this little town, the worrying and the stress. Imagine this event
as a 17 year old, completely innocent from harm. Phantom Lake, nobody knew that
it was haunted until one girl stopped by and for a few seconds she was there
but then she was....gone. Nobody knows what happened to her. As if you
could fell the worrying and the anxiety, “<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">I
am next? What happens if I am?” </i>That’s the way the people think today. They
get so concerned about the little thing in life, and don’t think about all the
big thing and how those only last so long.</span><b><i><br />
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</i></b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt;">As the town dug a huge hole and stuck themselves into suspense, it
lead into stress. As the stress grew, and grew more people tried to relax
themselves but it just didn’t work out. Just think about the people trying to
relax, doesn’t that sound a lot like us we worry about too many things, just
take a break. But as the town kept on worrying they just kept on feeling this
anxiety there was so many things to do about it, but yet nobody did anything. During
the day more people started to walk by Phantom lake which they thought would
help the stress, but more people just keep on disappearing one by one. Sooner
or later this place will just be knew as a little haunted town. </span><b><i><br />
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</i></b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt;">Anticipation and anxiety are feelings that people get when they
are waiting. Riyan Daniel Littlefield, in his book <i>Place of the Bear </i>shows
reader that feelings can change our lives. People shouldn’t let difficulty take
control of their lives. </span><br />
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